the saints all hang their heads the avenue is long they’re m-ffling their voices in the cold breaking dawn the saints are in their element the elements are brave the voices and the wrecking crew and the marching of the saints

the saints are playing horseshoes the flood is in the past and mercy isn’t critical sometimes they even laugh on their way uptown so much to do so much to say in letters red and crystalline go marching in the saints

[chorus] the saints, the saints gonna meet you once again the saints, the saints in the neon light of the saints

the saints are just as relevant as the old evening blues the saints wrap ’round the city they flicker and they choose sometimes they are connected sometimes they hope and pray in letters red and crystalline go marching in the saints